I scream, before slapping my hand over my mouth. I hide behind the wall, staying quiet. Dylan can't know I am here, he will kill me on the spot. Just like he did to Nick. I carefully look around the corner again, hoping that what I witnessed was just a figure of my hallucination.
Something is blocking my view, or should I say someone. "Can you move or something?" I say without thinking. I was frustrated with tears in my eyes, but that changed when 'it' moves.
"s**t," I mumble under my breath. I hide the gun in my right hand, out of sight, behind the wall.
I look up to the figure standing in front of me. Dylan smirks at me, pointing the barrel of his gun to my forehead.
"You sick bastard, how could you?" I cry out.
"How could I what?" He knows what I am talking about, his eyes are
